Date: Fri, 12 Aug 2011 01:28:38 -0500
From: Bradley Smith
Subject: "A Higher Education" Chapter 1: Leaving School Early On My Birthday
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This is a work of fiction! It is in part based on a teacher I had a crush
on, and something like what I wish would have happened between him & me.
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Chapter 1: Leaving School Early On My Birthday
"Nathan Reynolds!" The teacher called from the front of the
classroom. I immediately thought what had I done now!
"Yes Mrs. Clay?" I said with all the uneasiness of a timid mouse
staring down a hungry house cat. Like that mouse I was weighing my
options: do I face my challenger, or do I try to run?
"Yes Mr. Reynolds, you need to collect you things. It seems your
father is here to pick you up, and is waiting at the office." What was up
with this, why would dad be pulling me out of school early, unless... was
it for my birthday?
"Yes Ma'am, I'm on my way right now!" And as I finished picking up
my instruments of learning, I looked around once, and then bolted for the
door.
I had wondered what was up this morning before I had left for
school. I know I'm a Senior in High School, and that I was 18 today, but
no one really seemed to take much notice. The only one that seemed to
remember was my little brother Casey, and he only did so to make me mad.
"So how does it feel to be so old? I bet your old enough now that
none of the hot girls will want to go out with you, since they're all in my
age or younger!" Casey was a sophomore, but still only 15. He hadn't
turned 16 yet since his birthday was later in the school year. I couldn't
let him get away with this taunting!
"That's ok Casey I'm not interested in little girls anyway! Now
that I'm 18 I can start dating real women, and they don't like little boys
like you anyway! I bet you still sleep in your Superman underoos!!" That
really pissed him off, and he stormed out of the kitchen, but mom had
walked in while I was saying the last part. I could tell she was not
amused at all. She stared at me like her gaze could burn a hole into my
soul. I told her that he was pestering me again, but she wouldn't have any
of it! If I died an untimely death, I'm sure mom would end up being the
cause of it. After she scolded me for being "mean" to my little brother,
she unceremoniously left the room, without ant mention of it being my
birthday. I was so shocked by the slight!
"Isn't there anything you want to tell me today? I hollered into
the living room where she had sauntered.
"Yeah, clean up you room when you get home, it's a mess! Oh, and
if I find your used hand towel under your bed one more time...."
"YES MOM! I'll clean it up as soon as I get home, don't worry!"
Jeez, did she have to broadcast it to the entire neighborhood? Did she
know what I used that towel for? I'm sure she did, otherwise she wouldn't
have stressed the word used so much. Yes I masturbate! Everyone does it,
but not every one's mom goes around telling people about it. Thankfully
the promise of cleaning my room had calmed her down, but still no mention
of my birthday. Dad had already left for work by the time I'd gotten down
to the kitchen, so there wasn't any hope that he'd remember to tell me
Happy Birthday. I was starting to feel just like Molly Ringwald in
"Sixteen Candles". How could my family forget my 18th Birthday?
As my parents had bought me my first car, they felt they could tell
me where, and when I could drive it. They had heard that a lot of teen
accidents happen close to school, so I was forbidden from driving it to
school. I also had to tell them exactly where I was going, and at what
time I'd be back home. Basically I was to sign it in & out, which really
sucked! So when the bus pulled up outside, I was more than ready to leave!
As made my way down the winding halls of the school, I wondered
again why my parents had forgotten my birthday? Maybe one of them had
remembered after I left on the bus this morning, and this was dad's way of
making up for it? Or maybe this had all been planed? Either way, it kind
of brightened up my day some. I know I'm a guy, and I'm 18, but that still
kind of hurts. Well actually I'm not really technically 18 yet! I wasn't
born till 11:25 pm on November 12th, 1992. Even though I was already
legally 18, to me I was still 17 until 11:25 tonight.
* * * * *
My parents forgetting my birthday today had also made me think of
another birthday they had forgotten. It was back when I was in Jr. High,
and my parents had forgotten my birthday was during the week they had
planned to take a trip to Las Vegas. It had bothered me a lot at school
that Friday. I had barely been paying attention in any of my classes, and
it just got worse as the day dragged on. I guess I was looking really
depressed by the time I made it to Math Class, which was the very last
class of the day. Mr. Smith kept looking my way each time he'd ask for a
volunteer to solve the problem he'd just wrote on the chalkboard. I guess
he assumed that I would raise my hand, I usually did. I was one of the top
students in his class, but Math just wasn't on my mind that day. I guess
he had noticed that I wasn't paying any attention to the lesson, because
next thing I knew he was standing next to my desk.
"Nathan! Can you solve the next problem on the board?" I was just
caught not paying attention in class, and he knew I knew it too! I really
liked MR. Smith, and I just couldn't lie to him.
"I'm really sorry Mr. Smith, but I'm not having a good day. I
wasn't paying attention to your lecture. I promise I'll study the text
book really hard tonight, and have the homework done on time." He looked
at me for several minutes, and said:
"Class is almost over, please stay a few minutes after the bell."
And with that he selected another student to complete the problem. About
15 minutes latter the bell rang, and the other students filled out of the
room. I had gathered my stuff, but remained seated at my desk. I hoped
this would be short, because I just wanted to go home.
"I noticed you weren't paying attention in class today Nathan.
That's not like you. You're not only the best student in this class, I
best out of all my classes. You really should be in one of the advanced
Math classes, but I saw that you didn't have the proper program at your
elementary school to be placed in the advanced class here. That being
said, is there something wrong today? You're usually so alert, and
participate actively in class. You've been very preoccupied today. I just
want to make sure there's not something wrong."
I was taken aback. I had never really had a teacher act this
concerned for me before. It kind of felt good in a way, like he really
care for me. For some reason he had put his hand on my shoulder, his gripe
felt firm, but gentle at the same time. It made a little shiver go down my
spine that felt like a bolt of electricity.
"You know if anything is wrong Nathan, you can tell me about it?
I'm here to teach you, but I'm also here to help with any problems you
might have."
So I told Brad, Mr. Smith said I could call him by his first name
since we were just two guys talking right now, all about my parents taking
a trip to Las Vegas this week. I told him that tomorrow was my 12th
birthday. I told him that I was having a party at my grandparent's house,
but I was really upset that my parents weren't going to be there. I had
started to tear up a little bit by then, and Brad could see that I was on
the verge of crying full force. He got some tissues from his desk, and
handed then to me. I cried for a few minutes, and then blew my nose. The
whole time he never left my side, and after I finished crying, he put both
his hands on each of my shoulders. I felt that eclectic feeling again! It
was like when you see that you are going to a favorite restaurant, or you
opened up a present to find exactly what you wanted inside.
"I'm sure your parents love you very deeply! They probably feel
really bad that they can't be at your party tomorrow, but they also
probably spent a lot of money on this trip. They probably can't get back
the cost of the plane tickets, hotel rooms, and stuff costs a lot of money.
If it wasn't for that, I'm sure they would cancel their trip to be with you
tomorrow.
"Thank you Mr. Smith, err, I mean Brad. I kind of feel better a
little better now!" It made more sense just hearing someone else say it,
especially my favorite teacher! He seemed to look at me for a few seconds;
he was staring straight at me. It seemed kind of weird, but at the same
time I had this butterflies in my stomach feeling. I hadn't had that
feeling in years, what could it possibly be? I know that Mr., I mean Brad
wouldn't ever hurt me, but why was he staring?"
"Is everything Ok Brad? I didn't do something wrong did I?" I was
starting to think I'd somehow offended my teacher.
"No, everything is fine Nathan. I'm sure your need to be heading
home now. Um, Just remember what I said to you ok?"
"I sure will! Thanks Brad!" I had noticed as I walked to the door,
Mr. Smith had stayed setting at the desk next to mine, and was still there
when I closed the door to his classroom. "Hmm, I wonder why he's still
setting there?"
* * * * *
It's funny that I would think of him today. I had thought of my
old Math teacher many times in the past 6 years since I'd first laid eyes
on him. I could see the perfectly trimmed light brown hair, the crystal
clear blue eyes, and hear that smooth voice as if it was the first day of
class. Now I didn't know it back then, but I was so deeply infatuated with
my 7th grade Math teacher! Since I entered High School, I've not found a
man, or boy that was as perfect as him.
He was a former Chip N Dale dancer, my jar almost dropped when he
said that in class the first day. Maybe that's what did it? Maybe it was
just the fact he couldn't have been much older than us, maybe 24, or 25.
All I know is that at Open House all the mothers were fawning over him, and
that made me mad for some reason! Latter I was to realize that it was
jealousy that I was feeling. My first real puppy love I guess you could
call it. Why had I not seen it for what it was then? Like anything would
have happened, at least nothing close to what I daydreamed about the last 3
years.
On a very regular basis I've had fantasies about Brad Smith, and
they always ended very happily! I'd often late at night pretend that I was
back in that 7th grade Math class, and Brad had asked me to stay after
class. He'd tell me that I had to do better to improve my grade, or I
wouldn't go on to the 8th grade. I'd tell him I was trying my best, but
that I didn't understand the subject.
"Well maybe there is one way that I can help you Nathan, but you're
going to have to work really hard for it."
"Oh Mr. Smith, I'll do anything you ask me to do!" I was
practically begging him not to fail me, as I know my parents would be very
displeased.
"OK Nathan, take off all your clothes, and get on your knees in
front of me!"
For some reason, probably because I really wanted this to happen,
the fantasy me never questions Brad's instructions. I know it's a silly
thing to think out during a jerk session, but IĆ, kind of a corky guy! But
I willingly get down on my knees before this man anyone would be crazy
over! He slowly unzips his dark grey slacks, and I can see he's wearing a
pair of white boxer briefs under his pants. As he fishes inside for his
dick, I actually feel my mouth watering! By this time I've taken all my
clothes off, climbed into bed, and bring myself to a very firm erection.
All 7 inches of my boyhood would be as hard as a rock, and aching for the
touch of a certain teacher I know. Every time I think of Brad I start
getting very hard right away.
As I continue to stroke myself every so softly, my fantasy
continues to play out in my mind. Brad has now pulled out what looks to be
about 8.5 inches of real man meat! He has a very nicely flared head,
almost the shape of a perfect mushroom. The width was as impressive as the
length, maybe around 3 to 4 inches! I hadn't seen many other dicks in my
life so far, but this disserved to be called a cock! Brad would make me
open my mouth, and I'd take him happily into my warm tunnel. As I close my
lips around his smooth fleshy stick, I can feel the power in his male
organ. I know this is something that a teacher, and student shouldn't be
doing. I don't care! I want this to happen. It feels as if I was made
for this moment, and to please this man. God my own cock is so hard, and
leaking lots of precum. I have to watch to make sure I don't leak on the
bed sheets, or else my mom would totally freak out!
As I continue jerking off, my stomach getting that butterflies
feeling that I've come to love over the years, I find my self being lead to
my teachers desk in my fantasy. When we get there, he clears off an area
at one end, and immediately bends me over the desk. The next then I know I
feel my pants, and underwear being pulled down at the same time. I stat to
freak, because I know what he'll see.
"Nice underwear Nathan! My eight-year-old son wears underwear just
like them! You must be a big He-Man fan?" Yes at 12 years old I still wore
He-Man Underoos. It's something that I still do today; just I have the
more Adult version! Mom didn't know I had gotten a post office box last
summer with my yard mowing money, and I've mail ordered several pairs of
Ginch Gonch underwear. They remind me of my underoos, and I get so much
more excited wearing them.
As I'm stretched out half naked on my teacher's desk, Brad gets in
a draw, and pulls out a bottle of something. A few minutes latter I feel
him putting something cold, and sticky in-between my butt cheeks. I was
about to ask what was going on, when I felt a large pressure on my butt
hole! I felt his strong hands on my hips, holding my like a vice holding a
pair of boards being glued together. It felt like something huge was
trying to go inside me, I could only assume it was his cock. It felt good,
yet hurt at the same time. After several minutes, the head finally went
in. There was a surge of pain that lasted a few seconds, and was
immediately replaced by an overwhelming sense of pleasure! After several
minutes Brad has all 8.5 inches inside of me, and is starting to develop a
little bit of a rhythm with his thrusting in, and out of me.
Man my hand was going 90 to nothing over my cock, which just seemed
to get hard beyond belief. As I was feeling my orgasm slowly start it's
way through my body, I'm getting nailed hard by my teacher in my head. I'm
moaning so loud now, I'm surprised no one has come in to see what's the
matter. I wouldn't care; I loved the fucking this hot man was giving me at
the moment. I could smell our sweat mingling with each other, and then I
felt it! He leaned over my young body as he continued thrusting up into me
sensitive spot. I could feel his slight chest hair, and rippled abs
rubbing along my supple back. The skin on skin contact had my senses in
overload as they registered pure bliss for the first time in my life.
"I love you Nathan! I've loved you since the first moment you
walked into my classroom. I've waited for this moment since that first day
of class. You're exactly the way I've imagined you would be. Now get
ready to take a very special gift I've wanted to give you the last 3
months. Are you ready Nathan?"
I was so lost in the feeling I was experiencing for the very first
time, I barely heard anything he said past "I love you Nathan!"
"Uh huh!" That was all I could utter, my mind was completely lost
in ecstasy.
It all happened simultaneously! The Brad and me in my fantasy both
came at the same time that I came laying on top of my bed. I shot about a
half dozen powerful blasts, several hitting my chest, and stomach. Two
particularly strong blasts hit my face, and one hit my forehead, getting a
little cum on my bangs! As I came down of my high, the fantasy shadows of
myself & Brad finished their release, and Brad collapsed on top of me,
having fully spent his energy in making wild love to me in his classroom.
I look up toward my teacher saying, "I love you too Brad! Will you be my
boy friend?"
The only thing I didn't like about the fantasy was that it always
ended at that point. I never got my answer from Brad. No matter how my I
concentrated, or willed the answer to come, it never did.
* * * * *
Even now, that still gets me really hot! I was almost to the
office when I became very aware that I had thrown a huge boner recalling my
favorite teacher fantasy. I couldn't go to the office, and have my dad see
me like this. So I ducked into a nearby bathroom, and waited a few minutes
to see if my erection would go down. Being a teenager, I should have known
there was very little chance of that happening. When I thought of Brad
Smith, I never lost my hard on, until I jerked off. So it was today too.
I had to spend about 10 minutes of the fastest jerking off in my life,
before I shot a good 10 streams of jizz into the waiting toilet. Once I
had cleaned off the head of my cock, I neatly positioned it inside of my
hot dog printed Ginch Gonchs, and walked back out towards the office.
I walked to the end of the hallway, turned the corner to the right,
and there was the door to the main offices. I opened the door, and went
straight to the secretary's desk.
"Mrs. Clay said my Dad's here to pick me up?" I was still kind of
surprised he was here.
"Yes, Mr. Reynolds. Your dad is waiting around the corner."
So I walked the short distance to the corner waiting area outside
the Principal's office. I had seen a man about my dad's size setting with
his back to me. He was wearing a hat, and a trench coat. I thought, "Dad
doesn't own a trench coat?"
I came to a stop at the corner of the waiting area. "Dad?" I said
almost more of a question than a statement. As the man was getting up he
said, "Are you ready to celebrate your birthday son?"
I froze. This wasn't my dad at all! Yet I wasn't scared, because
I knew this man. I knew the light brown hair above his face, and I knew
his smooth voice.
"Brad??" I couldn't believe that my old 7th grade Math teacher was
standing before me, and pretending to be my dad!
"Yeah, it's me. You want to go celebrate your 18th birthday with
me, or do you want to stay here in school?"
My heart was racing a mile a minute, but I didn't have to think for
my answer.
"Sure man, lets go celebrate!" I wasn't thinking, I just knew I
wanted this to happen, what ever it may turn out to be.
"Let's go then. We have a busy day ahead of us!" And with that we
left the office. As we walked down the hall, we didn't say a word to each
other. We walked out the front door of the school, and there right up
front was a shinny red Ferrari Testarossa.
"Hop in the passenger side Nathan, and we'll get going."
I did as I was told, and we pulled out of the front drive. As we
got a little distance from the main building he stopped, and looked around.
As soon as he saw there was no one close by, Brad reached over to me, and
pulled me close to him. He moved his face in, and started to kiss me! He
kissed very passionately, as if he was trying to pour all his being into
that one kiss, like everything depended on him kissing me for all he was
worth. His tongue easily made it's way past my lips, and my mind went
completely blank as it mingled with my own. My head grew cloudy, and I
felt as if the Earth was turning upside down! What was happening?
I could feel Brad's hands moving over my chest, down to my Pecs,
and then across my flat stomach. His hands rested there for only a few
minutes, and then drifted further south. His right hand followed a path
down my stomach, to my waist, and finally resting on my leg. He wrapped
his fingers around my thigh, and gave it a little squeeze. While still
kissing me, I think I was starting to lose my breath in this pure delight,
his hand slipped off my thigh. It felt like something was rubbing against
me, and several seconds latter I realized Brad had his right hand on my
crotch! Slowly his tongue withdrew from my mouth, his lips separated from
mine, and very slowly at last his hand stopped messaging my enshrined cock.
"God! I've waited to do that for over 6 years now! Please forgive
me Nathan, I just have so much pent up feelings about you. You have been
my favorite student since the first day I meet you. You probably never
know in Jr. High, but I'm gay. I've never thought about doing anything
with a student, until I meet you! I had to hold my self back while you
were in my class, I almost didn't make it. When you went to High School I
made a promise to my self. If I still felt the same way about you when you
turned 18, I'd find you, take you out, and hopefully win your heat. I'm
now 30, and your 18. I hope that you'll let me take you out to celebrate
your birthday today, have dinner with me tonight, and we'll see how things
go from there. But I will also make this promise to you. I touched you
just now with out asking permission, and I'd understand I you just got out
of this car, and I never saw you again. But if you'll give me a chance,
I'll never touch you again with out you saying it's OK to."
I listened to him intently. As soon as he explained himself, I was
Ok with it. I hadn't struggled, or tried to get way from his grasp, I was
Ok with it before he said a word.
"Brad. I can still call you Brad can't I?"
"I'm not your teacher any more Nathan, you can call me anything you
want to."
"Brad I've wanted this to happen ever since I was in your class.
I've thought about this, and fantasized about this. I've brought myself to
orgasm imagining you making love to me, and imagining you fucking me! Not
only will I let you celebrate my birthday with me, and take me to dinner,
but I also hope more than anything that something does happen between the
two of us tonight! By the way, I'm legally 18 today, but I wasn't born
till 11:25 pm 18 years ago tonight. So until then I'm still technically 17
years old." I gave him a sly little grin
Brad got this wild, almost animalistic look in his eyes. I loved
it!!
"I guess I'll have to make sure to give you your big present before then!"
We both had grins going from ear to ear, as he put the car back
into gear, and we pulled out on to the street. I was thinking to my self
this was going to be the best birthday of my life!!
End of Chapter 1
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